Luyện nghe bài hát Long Winded

To set off

My taps a 40
3 crazy niggas the murder scene gory
End of
the Fiss watch me wreck ya
I'll ya
With the that you're listening
Like gymnasts off the dive board, I be flipping
Bacardi
Deluxe at the Ramada
I want my piece of the pie, the enchilada
why I gotta
Put these cannons to back
I'm Gucci links down to your girl's bra strap
You wanna see the secret formula but ain't no
Cause my rhymes be slamming like on the weekend
You I'm Rip Van Winkeling but I see ya
just an asshole trying to creep on the creeper
[?] and
Remove ass off the map
I'm sick like who still bone with the claps
But none of
Beedie on the mic
hard like drunk drivers on the turnpike
To mental
I'm leaving medullas
Schooling
Arithmetic [?]
lines of longitude before you fags meet your ending
I'm...

"Long winded but I need my respiratory
To bless my you got nothing for me" - Blahzay Blahzay 'Danger'

To niggas a 12" or album
verbal intercourse give mind an orgasm
Sir or
Can't ignore me adore me
Cause once I'm hired you might get fired timing
Fed me
I gets deadly and silent
Stay with the
Uh huh and the choco
Clear sinus with the finest Primatene Mist
Acknowledge
On vinyl apocalypse
Dig ya like an anthropologist

You'll only find in my
Swollen heads full of hot air, heads burst a verse you

Get and assaulted
Making rappers wish they had they ass aborted
You sound good on tape, but live your vocals distorted
My gram' is used to gain glamour
No
Hide my ankle hammers

Those who
get lit like jack o lanterns

Get by mental thought patterns
And a warning
To any crew legacies
Coming in my zones is a squeeze like two full pregnancies
From to Venus
You fags can't see me with a
Shaking sets, stomping like a behemoth
showing
In battle they tip toeing
You'll me floating
Dropping weight like a
Talking like you earn stripes we never heard of ya
murder ya
Watch crew fold like lawn furniture
the gift
Stimulated from the
Move your town when the continental plates shift
professor
Wack MC
Got you
the drawers on your dresser
Busting
Trying to down your block
when I release the 3000
Ya sleep of the

Oh my God oh my
Guess who's Poly-
Gram, goddamn we taking off twin cam
Scram, mess with fam and I'll ya
Ya got to Pamper ya
Then you get robbed for sampler
Disc, cause I be brisk like
the globe
Ya Glock explode cause you was
Not purpose, lay the be
Try to me
You be, done something
We can war in the or in the mezzane'
The best will fall, like my was Desiree
Boss you get oh my gosh
Thinking every ain't divine
You out rabbit ass mind
Plus, I never rush the lead with the plan
Screaming on for using my beeper as a scam
I plan my vocal making antisocial in a hurry
So all that tongue don't make me worried
I'm...